A/N: Queen Isabella pointed out that the U in UST should be Unresolved. Fail, me. :( But she also pointed out that Unsatisfied works for Cain/DG too, lol. Soooooo :P

Also, apologies this one is so short. But considering I have two more written at the moment that are twice this long…you'll get over it eventually…

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The second time she took care of him, it was after being blown back from a booby-trapped cave.

He had been launched through the branches of the three closest trees.

He had the wind knocked out of him, but was only covered with bruises for the most part with a few scratches here and there. His shirt had been ripped in a few places as well. Raw wasn't with them on this outing, and so while the rest of the troop traveling with DG surveyed the damage done in the cave, DG surveyed the damage on him.

Her brow was furrowed and she was frowning as she dabbed his scratches with a clean damp cloth.

And Cain was trying to watch her subtly this time.

"Is it bad?" he asked her dryly.

Her scowl deepened.

"No."

"Then why are you lookin' so serious?"

"Because you should have waited!" her answer came sharply, as well as her next dab on a particularly unpleasant cut above his eye.

He hissed slightly as it stung, and tilted his forehead away from her, a scowl appearing on his face as well.

"If it hadn't been me, it would have been someone else…"

"Then let it be someone else!" she said loudly.

As her voice rang through the clearing, a wave of discomfort blanketed them both.

She probably didn't mean to…yep, she was blushing again. And so was he, if he wasn't mistaken.

Less obvious, of course, but still.

She checked herself with a furtive glance around them before continuing quietly.

"I'm about to start carrying around my own First Aid Kit for you…"

He sighed through his nose in response.

She tossed the rag to the side and pick up something he couldn't see. She fumbled with it behind him while he silently fumed about being treated like a child.

Suddenly he saw a flash of something out of the corner of his eye and he glanced back in alarm.

"What are you…I don't need stitches!" he yelped, pulling his arm away from her needle and thread and moving to stand.

She sat back on her heels from where she had been kneeling behind him, looking unimpressed.

"There's no way I'm letting you take a needle to me." He started to pace. "No way. I -" He trailed off as DG's mouth went from downturned to upturned, and was now fighting the urge to let her smile overcome her face. "What?" he asked, almost annoyed. This wasn't funny. This was-

"Are…" she checked her enthusiasm. "Cain, are you…afraid of needles?" She whispered the last part.

He looked at her, stricken, before turning away and sitting down again. He was not going to answer that. Not ever.

He heard her cover up a giggle.

"Cain," she said gently. "I only plan on stitching one thing on you."

He turned his head barely, so he could see her out of the corner of his eye. She flicked a finger at his shirt and was surprised to feel her reveal a much larger hole than he had noticed before.

"And that's your shirt."

He looked from her, to his shirt, and back. Then facing forward, he made the most intelligent response he could muster at that time.

"Oh…"

She waited for him, but he made no further response.

"Is that okay?" she asked patiently.

He merely hung his head, and shifted his arm back so it was easier for her to work on. Soon he felt her tugging on the fabric of his shirt and the steady rhythm of her sewing it back together.

Despite her silence now, he knew he would never hear the end of this.

And he could just tell she was smiling the whole damn time.

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A/N: Overwhelmed sounds like a good word. I am overwhelmed and blown away by the response I've gotten from my last few stories, including this one. I'm swimming in author and story alerts and I love it. Thank you. So Much. It means the world. Really… You guys rock.

Also: I'm with Cain on this one, lol – needles are NO BUENO